I'm only interested in poetry.

my greatest problem was stamps, envelopes, paper and wine, with the world on the edge of World War II.

I walked around the block twice, passed 200 people and failed to see a human being.

We are Born like this Into this Into these carefully mad wars Into the sight of broken factory windows of emptiness Into bars where people no longer speak to each other Into fist fights that end as shootings and knifings Born into this Into hospitals which are so expensive that it’s cheaper to die Into lawyers who charge so much it’s cheaper to plead guilty Into a country where the jails are full and the madhouses closed Into a place where the masses elevate fools into rich heroes

The best thing about the bedroom was the bed. I liked to stay in bed for hours, even during the day with covers pulled up to my chin. It was good in there, nothing ever occurred in there, no people, nothing.

and getting dressed we talk about what else there might be to do, but being together solves most of it, in fact, solves all of it

the tired sunsets and the tired people - it takes a lifetime to die and no time at all.